Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Then there he was.
Looming in the opening, his hungry gaze on me.
And all thoughts of not going through with it flew out of my head.
He stood there for a second, almost as if waiting for me to change my mind.
When my chin lifted ever so slightly, it was all the assurance he needed to move all the way in.
He stalked toward me in the small space.
Then his big hands were grabbing my face. And his lips were crashing down on mine.
A soft whimper escaped me at the raw need vibrating through him and into me.
I wasn’t sure I had ever felt so in a moment before, so aware of everything all at once.
The firm pressure of his lips, the scratch of his beard, his fingers flexing on my face, the firm breadth of his chest crushing my breasts, and his cock pressing against my stomach, making my sex clench hard at the idea of him sliding inside of me.
God, it had been so long.
So long, in fact, that I had stopped keeping track.
Slash’s teeth nipped my lower lip. Hard. Hard enough to possibly bruise. Definitely hard enough to make me gasp, allowing his tongue to move inside and claim mine.
Even as it did, one of his hands left my face, and without any hesitation, slipped under my skirt to press at the soaked material between my thighs, stroking up my cleft and toying with my clit through my panties.
I was vaguely aware of the ding of the elevators opening, then the uncomfortable cough of someone likely wanting to get in the car.
But neither of us cared as my arms went around his neck, as his fingers and tongue continued to stroke.
Eventually, the doors closed and we were alone again.
“This is me,” I said when the elevator dinged again.
To that, Slash let out a grunting noise as his hand slipped out of my skirt, only to go up to my hip as the other hand went to my other hip, sinking in, then yanking me up off my feet.
My legs went around him instinctively as my feet lost the floor as he lifted.
As soon as they were secured around him, one of his hands slipped to my ass as the other went up to the back of my neck, fingers sinking in hard, forcing my face down to his, letting his lips claim mine.
“Left,” I mumbled against his lips as he turned to walk us out of the elevator.
He paused once, slamming me back against the wall to grind his cock against me, to nip my lip.
But then he was moving again, almost to the end of the hall before slamming me into the door of my room.
“Key,” he growled, making me struggle to get my bag off of my shoulder enough to dig inside it to find the card.
I barely got it out of the bag before Slash was grabbing it and stabbing it into the lock.
There was one frustrating moment before it bleeped and unlocked, then we were moving inside, my key dropping down onto the carpet, forgotten.
Moving inside, Slash waited for the door to close, then slammed me back against it again as his lips claimed mine once again.
But it wasn’t long before his lips were moving down to my neck, kissing, sucking, biting, as his beard scratched deliciously over the sensitive skin.
Beyond needy, I hooked my ankles tighter together so I could shift, adjust until I felt his cock brush against my pussy, letting out a deep moan as I felt it press against me, then immediately following the urge to grind against him once again.
And again.
And again.
Slash’s head lifted, his gaze capturing mine, watching me with an intensity I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen before as I raised up, then slid against him once more.
A low, feral, growling sound escaped him as he watched me.
Then he was taking over, grinding his cock against me over and over. Until I was whimpering for more. Until my nails were digging crescents into the skin of his neck.
He shifted back suddenly, making a grumbling sound burst from me before I knew his intention as his hand moved between us, reaching into the space he’d made, grabbing my panties, and ripping them off.
I swear to all that is holy, I damn near came right then and there.
There wasn’t even a pause before his fingers were thrusting inside of me, making my head slam back against the door with a moan as he started to move them in and out, over and over, never giving my body a second of rest.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he growled, his face in my neck as he kept fingering me.
His fingers shifted, turned, crooked, and started to slide against my top wall, moving over my G-spot with expert precision.
But before he could push me to that edge, his fingers were sliding out of me, and right into his mouth. Letting out an approving growl, he suddenly grabbed me and turned.